I’m going through another bad spell of insomnia, and I’ve hit the point where I’m so tired I can’t force myself to think, much less care about work. This is causing me to rebel against my conscience (and write crappy blog posts). In order to not pass out at my desk, I’ve taken to sketching a plan of my house; with the intent to work on possible expansion plans.
I’ve thought about just giving up on today, and making the time up (gasp!) on Saturday; because, honestly, I’m worthless right now. However, would I really come in on Saturday? That thought keeps me in my seat, just trying to stick it out for another 3 hours, and hoping I don’t get caught working on something that is quite obviously not a door schedule.